Terry P. here, still alive, still medicated.
LOVE the redo of the front page. The anniversary? Not today, right? Tomorrow! What's the appropriate celebration?
Anyway, followed the Dr. Crazy link in the sidebar and found that Katie was one of us all the way back in December of 2005. Here's from one of the posts from her first blog:
So, I arrived in my office to two emails this morning.
Email #1 was sent to me at approximately 1 AM from a student freaking out about the paper that is due today. She has only a page written. Here was my reply:
Well, Student, at this point it's difficult for me to do much to help. I wish you had let me know sooner that you were in trouble, but at this point my hands are pretty much tied. If you submit the paper late, I will accept it, per my policy that for each calendar day (including weekends) that the paper is late, you lose a full letter grade. What this means is that if you submit the paper on Monday, the best grade that you could receive would be an F. Nevertheless, it is worth it for you to submit the paper so that you don't receive a zero for it. If you submit the paper over the weekend, I recommend that you send it as a Microsoft word email attachment so that I know when you submitted it. Let me know if you have questions.
Dr. Crazy
I know, I am a diplomat. Here is what I wanted to write back:
You, Student, are an idiot. Your email was a waste of my time. It is not my fucking problem that you procrastinated, that you don't understand the texts, and that you are now fucked. It is not my responsibility to help you when you have been totally and completely irresponsible. It's the end of the semester. What exactly do you expect me to do for you when you have never once visited my office hours - even after you failed the midterm? The bottom line is this: I am not going to bail you out, and I honestly hope that you fail my course. You deserve to fail.
And then email #2. This student had told me that he was going to be out of town on the day that our final was scheduled. I offered to allow him to take the final early. He didn't respond until 10 PM last night, telling me about how his trip was cancelled and how he'd been writing papers (including the one for my class that left him "burnt") for 13 hours straight. AS IF I FUCKING CARE! DO THEY CARE WHEN I GRADE FOR 13 HOURS STRAIGHT? SUCK IT UP, YOU IDIOT! At any rate, he'll be taking the final at the regular time. The kicker of the whole email, though, is the fact that this little punk addressed me with my first fucking name. Like I'm his fucking friend.
LOVE the redo of the front page. The anniversary? Not today, right? Tomorrow! What's the appropriate celebration?
Anyway, followed the Dr. Crazy link in the sidebar and found that Katie was one of us all the way back in December of 2005. Here's from one of the posts from her first blog:
So, I arrived in my office to two emails this morning.
Email #1 was sent to me at approximately 1 AM from a student freaking out about the paper that is due today. She has only a page written. Here was my reply:
Well, Student, at this point it's difficult for me to do much to help. I wish you had let me know sooner that you were in trouble, but at this point my hands are pretty much tied. If you submit the paper late, I will accept it, per my policy that for each calendar day (including weekends) that the paper is late, you lose a full letter grade. What this means is that if you submit the paper on Monday, the best grade that you could receive would be an F. Nevertheless, it is worth it for you to submit the paper so that you don't receive a zero for it. If you submit the paper over the weekend, I recommend that you send it as a Microsoft word email attachment so that I know when you submitted it. Let me know if you have questions.
Dr. Crazy
I know, I am a diplomat. Here is what I wanted to write back:
You, Student, are an idiot. Your email was a waste of my time. It is not my fucking problem that you procrastinated, that you don't understand the texts, and that you are now fucked. It is not my responsibility to help you when you have been totally and completely irresponsible. It's the end of the semester. What exactly do you expect me to do for you when you have never once visited my office hours - even after you failed the midterm? The bottom line is this: I am not going to bail you out, and I honestly hope that you fail my course. You deserve to fail.
And then email #2. This student had told me that he was going to be out of town on the day that our final was scheduled. I offered to allow him to take the final early. He didn't respond until 10 PM last night, telling me about how his trip was cancelled and how he'd been writing papers (including the one for my class that left him "burnt") for 13 hours straight. AS IF I FUCKING CARE! DO THEY CARE WHEN I GRADE FOR 13 HOURS STRAIGHT? SUCK IT UP, YOU IDIOT! At any rate, he'll be taking the final at the regular time. The kicker of the whole email, though, is the fact that this little punk addressed me with my first fucking name. Like I'm his fucking friend.
Is there any way Katie was The Professor? Was she the mod all along? Compound Cal? Fab? Oh, my conspiracy-meter is jiggling!
Hey, Terry! Just one of the many crazzy story lines over the years. Think of the characters going back 11 years. Too many to count. The ones I always think of are Yaro, Ben, Cal, Katie, Walter, Cassandra, etc. But everyone has their "favorites."
ReplyDeleteAs part of the 11 year anniversary I've been reading old RYS posts, even some that can only be found through archive.org and they seem so raw and vital from this distance.
A great space this has been, and nearly completely with no one to thank than the people who have written in to share.
XOXO
Fab
The blue background is soothing. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAh, 2005. We were so young(er) and innocent.
Jesus...the time!
ReplyDeleteI've actually only been around since CM started(I read RYS just a bit, at the very end, and never submitted).
ReplyDeleteBut since Cal deleted a bunch of the RYS posts, I guess I could claim that I've been around all along, and he deleted all of mine due to some sort of personal vendetta or something. Hey, you can never have too many conspiracy theories.
Who knows? Maybe I'm Katie.
Don't worry, your posts will turn up on somebody's old Blackberry. I believe that the RGM should take appropriate investigative steps designed to allow investigators to review these items to determine whether they contain investigatable information, as well as to assess their importance to any investigation.
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